| Stone is Not
Stone There was a time when
stone was stone
And a face on the street was a finished face.
Between the Thing, myself and God alone
There was an instant symmetry.
Since you have altered all my world this trinity
is twisted:
Stone is not stone
And faces like the fractioned characters in
dreams are
incomplete
Until in the child's inchoate face
I recognize your exiled eyes.
The soldier climbs the glaring stair leaving your
shadow.
Tonight, this torn room sleeps
Beneath the starlight bent by you.
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